"one's act, one's profit."

|name|

quintus yoshida

|physical age|

twenty-six

|actual age|

seven-hundred and eighty-two

|gender|

male

|sexuality|

pansexual

|appearance|

"wake from death and return to life."

|country|

constantinople, byzantine empire [ modern day turkey ]

|personality|

"evil cause, evil effect."

quintus is a very different man now compared to the one he was back in constantinople. once a young, brash and playful man, he has become a man of discipline and honour. since living so long in asia - mainly japan - he adopted their customs, both because he found them to his liking and because they helped him to better control his inner demon. quintus is a man of few words, he's the type of individual who, when he speaks, everyone listens, even if he's a younger vampire he is still respected in some regard by older vampires.

quintus has learnt to suppress his emotions, deadening himself emotionally to the world, not allowing himself to feel things such as joy, love and hate, keeping his mind and body in a state of inner peace, allowing him to connect to the world on a spiritual level and find solace there. quintus enjoys solitude, the company of other people doesn't interest him because he doesn't wish to become attached to them as whenever he does, bad things happen and the pain he has felt all too often isn't something he can handle any longer, thus he pushes everyone away from him.

a strong trait that quintus holds dear is his integrity, ever since he was young and up until this day he has valued his own and other people's integrity, so much so that now his pupils must uphold a strict code he has set up, and if broken he doesn't give second chances, they're banished, because to him, the code represents everything good and just, so if one cannot be held up to the code then they are not worthy of his tutelage.

quintus is an honest man, he has never been one to lie to others and he has always hated those that do so, for if you can't say something to a person's face then do not do it or think it in the first place, because you owe it to everyone to be true and honest, as lies breed negative things such as hate and distrust. quintus is also a man of humility, he has much wealth that he has collected over the centuries and because of it he could very well be amongst the richest individuals in the world, however he doesn't need or want for it, he prefers the simple life and simple things, teaching others the values of having next to nothing but the essentials and appreciating all of it.

quintus is a fair man, never treating people differently, and judging all on their merit, not some preconceived notion about them. when people come to his home in search of training, he judges them on nothing but their desire to learn from him, for that is one other reason he wishes not to see their face, for if he can't judge their appearance, he can only judge their actions. quintus is courageous, he doesn't back down, no matter what he goes up against whether it be a foe he has next to no chance against, or something he fears deeply, no matter the odds he will carry on.

quintus always treats people politely and with the utmost respect, no matter who they are, even if they have wronged him horribly it is his belief that everyone is deserving of respect from him, it's the very least he can do for anyone. quintus is reliable, if he says he is going to do something then he will, and if he doesn't then it's because he's been killed, there is nothing that will stop the man from carrying out his word except death which hasn't stopped him yet. quintus is very self-disciplined, it's something he's drilled into himself in order to cope with what he has become, it's a form of watching over himself to ensure he doesn't cross any lines.

|alignment|

true neutral

|fears|

"the weak are meat; the strong eat."

love

quintus has fallen in love too many times over his long life, and each time the ones he's loved have died horrifically, and it is always by his hand or because of him, so since his last love he has kept his distance and lived as secluded as possible, ensuring his pupils wear masks so he can't view their faces so he doesn't grow to love them, for he fears what will happen should he love again as it may just break him completely this time.

emotion

quintus, just as he fears love, fears emotion, he has always tried to distance himself from it, to remove it from every situation and equation in his life because it hinders the choices he makes. too many times in his life has his anger caused him pain, or his excitement has brought disappointment and so forth, for him emotion is simply nothing more than a let down.

people

quintus doesn't so much fear people, but more so the things associated with them. since he returned to japan after his time in america and france, he began to control how he both saw and treated people, viewing them more like objects as he ensured he never saw their face or eyes so he wouldn't realise that they were in fact living and breathing humans.

|background|

"ocean thousand mountain thousand."

quitus was born into the late eleventh century in constantinople of the byzantine empire. he was a boy of noble status and he was afforded the finest of things from food, to weapons and of course women. due to the timing of his birth, when he was around ten years old the crusades began and his father who had previously been a renowned athanatoi was obviously asked to take up arms, and quitus' father did so, leaving the young boy in the care of his mother and older siblings. quintus had no clue then, but that would be the last time he saw his father alive.

six years of training later and quintus is a young and spry sixteen year old who is eager to follow in his father's footsteps, he hasn't seen the man in just over half a decade and he wishes to fight alongside his father in battle. so he asks to be a part of the athanatoi, otherwise known as the immortals, a group of noble born warriors that were among the most elite fighters of the byzantine empire. after four years of intense training he was deemed ready to go on the crusades, he would finally meet his father, the man who had gained the nickname of 'desert wolf' due to his legend as a warrior.

"a frog in a well does not know the great sea."

quintus fought his way through so many battles on his way to the front lines of the crusade where his father - who was now a general - was stationed, however by the time quintus arrived, his father had been killed, dying as he held off the enemy for long enough so his men could tactically retreat. quintus was completely devastated as he held the dead body of his father, the man's blood soaking his clothes and armour, getting over it in the coming days quintus vowed revenge upon the unit who did this and from then on he took control of a section of athanatoi in pursuit of his father's killers.

it wasn't until some years later, on the eve of his twenty sixth birthday that he and his men came across those who had taken the life of his father. the chase had taken so long due to the sheer amount of fighting quintus and his men had to endure, getting other orders from generals and what not, yet the moment had come for quintus and he didn't plan on letting it slip through his fingers. him and his men were more than outnumbered, but that didn't register as they fought as though they had nothing to lose, making up for the lack of warriors on their side.

"an apprentice near a temple will recite the scriptures untaught."

above all quintus was in a bloodlust craze, cutting down opponent after opponent, never stopping. due to his now demonic style of fighting, quintus was heavily hurt, but it wasn't until he killed the last man that his berserker-like rage left his body, causing his mind to finally register the pain and the injuries which resulted in him wandering the desert, searching for assistance, yet it didn't come to fruition, it only resulted in him falling to the ground, laying in the sand as it began to turn red, soaked in his blood. in that moment quintus had lost the will to live, he had done what he desired, avenged his father, yet he had lost so many comrades and he felt that simply dying on them was completely disrespectful of their memory and their loyalty to him, but at the same time he couldn't move a muscle, and so he lay there, life slowly slipping away until he was mere minutes from death.

it was at that very moment when lilith approached him, the gorgeous woman kneeling at his side as she spoke to him, asked him whether he would care to become a vampire, a being of power and ferocity that would allow him to live on and keep the memory of his comrades alive. it took no time for quintus to give her his answer, partly due to his mind being made up the minute she offered to save his life, the other being he was close to death and he couldn't ponder it for long regardless of the offer she made.

"fall down seven times, stand up eight."

when he next awoke he was different, a creature that he didn't recognise, sure he looked the same but he didn't feel it. learning from lilith for the next century, after which he left for he needed to find himself once more. quintus traveled to asia, a part of the world he had only heard about, once there he found himself taking up the sword once more, learning from masters throughout the region and soon he perfected the katana. with a blade at his side he began to wander the land, becoming a samurai, a ronin, a shinobi, a monk and a ninja, learning from many masters and combining their lessons to make himself an identity he could live with again.

this time of self discovery took quintus a period of five hundred years, and it had all been spent in and around asia. through this period of his life he had many friends, and even more lovers, yet no matter what happened he never kept them, either ripping open their throat to drain their blood or others killing them in order to hurt him. yet the memory of a lover's death that hurt the most was when he attempted to turn this beautiful young girl, the girl he was too in love with, someone he couldn't be without, yet he was young and his bite wasn't completely reliable and he ended up killing her, leaving him devastated as he slaughtered several villages in his despair to sate his bloodlust.

"if you do not enter the tiger's cave, you will not catch its cub."

later on, now in the mid seventeenth century, quintus decided to travel once more, now that he was confident in himself he revisited lilith who he had seen occasionally over the centuries and considered his mother. he stayed with her, learning more from her still in the coming century, and before long he was off again, finding his way to america where he aided in inciting a revolution. during the time he was a prominent figure, aiding america who vied for independence and with quintus' help they got it.

from america he made his way to france where he helped to begin and win yet another revolution, gaining the love of the people before he left their country as well. from there he once again moved, this time deciding that he wanted to be at home, which for him was japan, he set up his territory in the japanese alps. it is a place of nature where he runs a temple for martial arts and the sword, teaching would be warriors how to fight, yet also to know when to restrain ones self. and should they show enough promise and control then he gifts them the bite, he has a couple of disciples now who are in their new born and fledgling states.

"ten men, ten colours."

now with the news of lilith reaching quintus' ears he has found his way back to his mother, hoping to make up for lost time that was completely of his choosing.

|thoughts on vampirism|

"different body, same mind."

quintus enjoys vampirism, it has allowed him to gain a wide array of knowledge. although he doesn't think it's perfect as there are many times he's thought of giving up on life, only small instances have kept him alive.

|weapon of choice|

quintus' choice weapon would always be a blade of some kind, these days it's specifically that of a katana. but due to his long life and extensive training he doesn't mind which weapon he uses.

|other|

quintus and his temple act as a sort of mercenary group, being hired by people of all economic statuses to take out horrible people, it is a service which is cheap and requires blood donations and small payments to the temple for the hit to be achieved, quintus uses this to kìll bad people and simultaneously feed himself and his small group of vampires.

quintus is a skilled musician, one of his passions, and through his life time he's learned to play most things, his favourites however are the flute, guitar and piano.